No sex under 18. This time, it IS fiction, just a natural fact (hat tip, Paula Abdul). A few more lyrical Easter eggs hiding in plain sight, well, just because we can.
As others have also observed, it's difficult to write an original story for this category. So, yeah. Be sure to let me know which character you hate the most in the comments! Spoiler alert, she's probably gonna be named Beth. But there might be others. One day, I will manage to write a story with a clear hero. But that day is not today. Don't go looking for snakes, you might find em'!
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"You can't be effing serious? You're rejecting me because I want to decorate my arm with a sleeve tattoo?"
Carrie Carter looked back with obvious disdain at her long term partner Blake Simmons. They seemingly had it all for a 25 year old couple, steady jobs, about to close and move into their first brand new southwest Florida tract home, now finishing construction. Marriage seemed like a distant priority, if ever, given they both came from single parent homes growing up. Despite this, they were doing pretty well financially for their ages, given Blake's burgeoning career in finance and Carrie's staid work in accounting, despite her obvious passion for the arts outside of the office.
"Carrie, almost no one makes President's Club in their first full year. This is an honor reserved for the top 5% of the firm. We are going to be on the beach with our entire leadership team, including the CEO, and their spouses. This is my chance to stand out amongst the company leaders! The networking opportunity alone will be incredible, and a kick ass weekend paid for by someone else."
Carrie frowned, unimpressed. "You finance quants are all alike. It's all about who drives the fastest car, lives in the biggest house, travels to the most exotic destination, or fucks the hottest girl. So boring and predictable."
Blake locked eyes with Carrie, seemingly building up a level of determination rarely expressed in their relationship. "In my eyes, club trip or not, at least I am already fucking the hottest girl. I love the fact that you are all business from 9-5 and all animal after hours."
A small smile appeared on Carrie's face. "Then why are you pressuring me to forget about my sleeve then?"
Blake sighs. "It doesn't fit the image. The tattoos on your body and thighs tell me, you're a freak, and only I get to see them routinely in the privacy of our home. I need you to be a freak in our bedroom, but still a lady I can show off in the boardroom."
"But it's a club trip Blake. We're going to be on a beach. People wear bikinis at the beach, even at the President's club. You aren't hiding any of my tats on the beach babe, sorry."
"But I can still dress you up in a gown and hang you off my arm at the awards banquet. Don't you think the CEO has an attractive partner? How about the rest of the leadership? The top sales guys? It's private equity babe, who I bring to the table matters and not just how you look in a bikini. None of those guys are bringing wives and girlfriends with sleeve tattoos running down their arms."
"I just don't get you sometimes. You can't maintain a relationship with just the parts of me that you like."
"I like all the parts of you today, just as they are. I want to keep you just like this, forever. Now, come and show a finance bruh what it's like to have a bonafide freak for a girlfriend."
Carrie turned her back on Blake, a hunger in her eyes forming he couldn't see, but he knew would be there. She silently retreated to their bedroom without saying a word, closing the door to the bathroom behind her. Blake followed behind, loosening his tie and carefully undressing himself all before neatly putting his clothes away on a hanger. He eventually climbed into bed, naked and erect, anticipating Carrie to join him once she was ready.
Blake himself may have been a finance bruh by day, but it was Carrie who ruled their existence at night. She emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a black lace bra, and holding a set of purpose built ligatures in her hands. With authority, Carrie straddled Blake in bed and moved swiftly to restrain his wrists to the top of the bed, then his ankles to the footboard. She then proceeded to slowly tease, then impale herself on his erection, bringing herself violently to three successive climaxes before Blake lost control inside her. She withdrew herself from his erection, again straddling him, allowing Blake's cum to slowly dribble out from her sex onto his chest. He remained tied up and exposed while she cleaned herself up in the bathroom and readied for bed. Blake was already snoring lightly when Carrie returned to unrestrain him.
Meanwhile, next door to the new home intended for Blake and Carrie, another young couple is completing a final walk through on the home of their own before closing. The husband, Cameron, has an eye for details. The finish of the paint. The seals around the doors and windows. And everything to do with the electrical system, from the placement of the wall switches to organization of the breakers in the circuit panel.
"Does it meet with your approval, sparky?" The wife, Beth, asks her husband Cameron playfully.
"Meh. I've seen cleaner work. No doubt your daddy could have done better."
"Or maybe your dad?"
"Definitely, my dad would have done better."
The self depreciation was overwhelming. Cameron Cray was the electrician that did the rough in and finish trim on the house himself. His company, Cray Electric, specializes in residential construction across the state of Florida. Either Cameron, or one of his crews, was responsible for the electrical rough in for every home being built in this new community. It was a point of pride for Cameron and Beth to take delivery of a new home where Cray completed the electrical construction.
Electrical work is a family pursuit for the Cray's. Cameron's grandfather founded Cray Electric in the 1970's. His father worked in the business beginning in the 1980's, never attending college or trade school, yet eventually rising to be accredited as a Master electrician. Cameron himself was only a Journeyman, so far. There was simply too much money to be made wiring houses to learn everything he would need to know to seek accreditation as an electrical master.
Ironically, it was the trades that brought Beth Light and Cameron Cray together, as unlikely as their pairing might have seemed to the outside world. Beth's father owns Lightspeed Electrical Supply, and built it into a regional powerhouse for contractors seeking electrical building materials. Beth began working counter sales every summer after she turned 16, and quickly became accustomed to the hazing common amongst tradespeople of all stripes.
Cameron and his dad were frequent customers at Lightspeed. Summertime provided Cameron his first exposure to the lifestyle of a tradie even before he graduated high school. In Florida, it isn't so easy wiring in construction where the air conditioning isn't yet on - your day necessarily started early as the afternoon would get too unbearably hot to work. The supply houses open at 6AM and there is usually already a line at the door. Cameron quickly took notice of the attractive Beth standing behind the counter, and after more than a few early mornings decided to make a point to stand in her line to chat things up.
"So, what's an attractive young woman like you doing hanging out in a rough place like this?"
Beth scowled. "My daddy owns this place. Ain't nobody messing with me here."
"Really? All these sweaty sparky's walking around, and none of them hit on you yet? I'm calling B.S."
